Page 57 of My Three Mountain Men

“It must have been hard for you,” Knox said suddenly, understanding coloring his azure eyes. “You’ve always been on your own—even when you were living at home.”

“Knox…” Brooks grumbled. “This isn’t the time—”

“No, he’s right,” I agreed, interjecting. “I guess I never really noticed just how alone I was until I met you guys. You lost your parents, but you had each other all this time. It makes a big difference when you have someone else you can rely on, doesn’t it?”

Knox set his fork down slowly, his irises blazing with compassion. “You can rely on us, Simone. You know that, right?”

I caught the wistful note of his words, and a peculiar feeling tickled through me.

“You guys have shown me that, yes,” I replied honestly. “And I suppose this is my way of saying thank you for all that.”

“You don’t need to thank us,” Brooks reassured me. “But we’re not complaining.”

I grinned and resumed my meal. “Good. Make sure you save room for dessert.”

I winked suggestively at them, and they all turned to look at me with interest.

“Eat your veggies first,” I teased. “Then we’ll talk sugar.”

* * *

I cleared off the dishes, dismissing the men to the living room, which I had also set up with candles by the fireplace. The Twister board sat out with my intention of playing a sexy game naked, but when I entered the room, they had other ideas.

One of them had laid a thick terrycloth towel over the sofa and a bottle of baby oil sat on the black ottoman coffee table.

Ryder opened another bottle of wine as I stared at them in confusion.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Waiting for you to get naked,” Knox explained, flopping back on the sofa, next to the towel. He patted the spot. “It’s massage time.”

My eyes widened with interest. “For me?”

“I’m not massaging them,” Knox replied, scrunching up his nose. “So it better be you.”

Ryder finished filling the glasses and ambled toward me, raising my arms over my head. For this occasion, I had put on the outfit I’d been wearing the day I’d arrived, the V-neck sweater washed now but torn and frayed from my time in the snow.

My pulse quickened as I realized what was about to happen, my eyes resting on Ryder as he pulled the shirt over my head, Brooks’ hands finding the clasp of my bra almost instantly. My breasts fell free, Ryder’s hands already on the waist of my pants to lower them.

Excited gooseflesh prickled my skin instantly, and I stepped out of my jeans, taking Ryder’s hand as Knox watched from the sofa, his tongue tipping out of the corner of his mouth.

“Lie down on your stomach,” Brooks instructed, pouring oil into his hands.

My eyebrows rose. They were actually going to give me a massage.

I wondered how long that was going to last.

A burst of dampness rushed through my center at the prospect, and I did as I was instructed.

“Are you just going to sit there?” Ryder asked Knox, his strong hands splaying over the skin of my shoulders. Brooks’ fingers kneaded into my legs, and I moaned lightly.

“I’m supervising,” Knox replied, his voice oddly husky.

I turned my head to look at him, and he grinned at me as his cousins’ touch intensified.

“That’s not too hard?” Brooks asked worriedly.

“I like it hard,” I quipped before I could stop myself.

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